Best Quincy Poems
Beauty
Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone, anyone to bust her out of her prison of silence.
It is in the wispy, snowy white, silk of a milkweed as it frees itself of its casing
It arrives in the sound of a beautiful well orchestrated piece of music that penetrates my soul.
In the simplicity of a simple clump of wildflowers that grows freely in the ditch.
As my dog Quincy runs freely with his friend Sawyer
the beauty of their comradery and unbridled joy is unparalleled.
It is in the kindness of those who consider the feelings of others and gently encourage.
It emerges from the generosity at Christmas and unselfish acts all around from veritable strangers.
The lake on a late November afternoon with its shades of bluish greys
And a backdrop of thick denseness but a silvery light reflecting on the water
and peeking through to show me one more surprise before covering up with its blanket of dark.
The tedious overnight work of a spider who sits in wait
in the most radiant web with drops of dew sitting carefully on a strand.
In the spirit of one who never gives up
and remains grateful even after unmentionable hardships and grief.
In the words of the poets claiming words as their own
to create the most unique ways of speaking their truth.
In the love of a couple simply holding hands as they walk.
The joy of a child’s face as he sees his favourite grandpa has come to visit.
Of course, there are the generous sunsets
and flowers of every colour that decorate my outside world
The seagulls that stand on one leg,
The geese that fly to unknown destinations at the same time every day
The elaborate sandcastle built lovingly with a dad on the beach
The nest with chirping baby birds begging furiously to fill their emptiness
made lovingly with grasses and twigs and various treasures.
The smell of beautifully roasted coffee permeating my early morning
It is a beautifully crafted piece of art that is fresh from the soul’s expression of the artist’s brush
I have learned to see the beauty all around and build a life of gratefulness
Beauty surprises and comes in simplest form
Which helps to drown the sorrow that inevitably must come to us all.
Grace Daub
December 1, 2021
Categories:
quincy, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 1
No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears,
We don't care because we live in fear,
So we stop caring, stop steering and forget what we are hearing,
But I try to do the opposite,
I invite knowledge as a fit open minded disciple,
Mindful principles while keeping afar from idols and fools,
In this physical life experience with natural rules,
Everything we observe is a reaction of something,
Learning from all the reactions of my exterior,
And a teacher that enlightens to get ya,
Understanding deeply putting perceptions on track,
Sacking deceptions that I see clearly as wack,
Quincy Mac is back on the attack seeing we are ALL sick,
Deceived by our leaders through exoteric information,
But the truth is within an Ancient Esoteric examination,
Where we find the true explanation on how to stop our current damnation.
Subatomically observed,
These wise words are here to disturb,
The spiritual learned and unlearned,
Get ready to be over turned,
Open up your eyes, you need to learn what's in disguise,
So if you know how to discern wisely,
The unseen thinking patterns manifesting into Brain Activity,
Manifested and seen in a 3D reality,
The probability of the following possibility,
Of all of us having an Elite controlled Proxy,
Controlling almost all humans including you and me,
Stopping us from seeing,
Truth revealing truths, hidden so unseen,
A word to the listener reading this,
A left brain prisoner, a manipulators dream,
continued........at part 2
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
Categories:
quincy, allegory, care, meaningful, society,
Form:
Free verse
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 2
With a scheme from a team of human traitors who are unclean,
Straight up extreme and using it in a deceitful way,
Holding KNOWLEDGE of natural law, but manipulated bringing us decay,
May we all someday, see the lies and tainted blatant statements,
If I spoke this way in person, you would probably say to drop it,
So listen closely and see these are natural law compliments,
Right now as you read, Yes this very moment,
You have to agree, you have no spiritual mindful acknowledgement,
To any of my poetically written comments,
This message has been sent and must be put into action but don't rush,
Even this modern day scribe, alive and learning who to trust,
Most of us hide, side with the blind, ignorantly trusting our governments,
Raise the alarm!! Dam it's for real, we don’t even get the hint,
We are inattentive, lack being inventive, so we sit back and don't get this,
Ignorantly we rely on our current structured system,
So its not surprising we collectively invest our minds into everything,
We aren’t seeing, therefore we open the door to negative action,
Because the reality we are living is a huge distraction,
Our interactions of actuality doesn’t impact us enough,
To even contemplate bringing up spiritual investigations which is a must,
We lack legit validity and the understanding of true love,
But some of us have a chance, a little advanced with minds that rush,
Who gather up enough information to start questioning,
Asking "who in the hell, do we really trust"?
Knowledge into action with a robust mind removing the rust,
Starting to see my way forward I wipe off the dust,
With a small thought of disgust, I laugh in joy,
Enjoying what I’m seeing while inner cleaning with no fuss,
So we must trust in ourselves, ask for help from inside,
We are blind but in time we may get a small glimpse,
When we rinse our minds, we gain insight that’s simple,
Your physical body is the temple,
You planted a seed and what's being revealed is the whole apple,
The allegorical story of Adam and eve is factual,
So listen up and go learn about the Natural Law Principles.
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
Categories:
quincy, allegory, care, earth, light,
Form:
Free verse
Feeling alone like I’m by myself on an Island,
Spending time within my mind and forever rhyming,
Remembering everything comes together slowly when ya smiling,
Like a raw gem that transforms into a well-crafted diamond,
While aware of the memories in the shadows that keep crying,
Tomorrows a better day when we can see over the horizon,
Compiling and filing my thoughts with perfect timing,
Always protecting my inner being while reconciling as I climb,
Climbing this ladder in this life I was given,
Driven by the beauty I see,
Knowing where I come from through my family tree,
Knowing where I’ve been, what I’ve seen,
With an active mind with neurons connecting,
Directing notions without any commotions,
Our imaginations are like the ocean,
Vast with changing tides of emotion,
Unspoken words become broken,
If you continue to keep silent,
This life we are experiencing can be vibrant,
So I look out the window and past the social climate,
Stop hiding and check out some info,
Gaining strength as I go, my way,
This is true wealth making sure I don’t betray myself,
Looking to a bookshelf to help myself learn,
Understanding one’s self has to be earned,
Through the burning temptations as I yearn for more,
The need to explore through the open door to find what’s yours,
Working on my mental flaws as I pause to give thanks,
Lighting my lamp in times of darkness,
Seeing the vastness in my mind,
Finding I have greatness that needs to be rhymed,
Designed and well organized by my inner sidekick,
Quick and honest with no nonsense I give thanks to my subconscious,
As I make a promise to myself with my inner logic,
To always write my insight and be cautious and flawless.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 30.4.2016
Categories:
quincy, meaningful, poetry, slam, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
The Poetic Mastermind of these times,
Penetrating with organically written rhymes,
Before you now, I’ve already won,
Speaking in fluent poetic tongues,
To all the puppets blindly strung,
Classic lyrical plots, stung by the gunshots on some drastic target practice,
From the abyss spilling Illmatic proof within hidden truths,
Clues dance, forbidden tests laying to rest dogmatic tactical rants,
Advanced pen stance, envisioning success, placing my mindset to this page,
Space aged minted constructs roll off the tip of my writing instrument,
Statements guaranteed to exceed all expectations, in control,
Hard to decipher like the Dead Sea scrolls, outta control you fall,
Falling to the depths of ignorance, so pack your bags, we don’t have the same interests,
The angel’s choice, vigorous, that’s our difference, the all-knowing voice, rejoice!
You need a hand to wake up, your stakes are flakey, keep reading the icing on the cake,
Shaping my art, start to finish without blemish,
So you better believe this, most poets can't achieve this,
I’ll be putting them into mental fits so they quit,
With wit and honesty, my number one policy is quality,
You’re glancing over my philosophy,
Claiming you need prophecy so I strike with high velocity,
Misunderstood and Hoodwinked by theology,
Unaware of your path,
Starved by the psychopaths cultivating your minds aftermath.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 8.5.2016
Categories:
quincy, allegory, art, future, rap,
Form:
Free verse
Look, Spoken & Served
I myself with Oneness, sorting through this mess and disaster,
With truthfulness, bringing faster, craftier, eternal factors,
Smells like hell departing with ignorant laughter,
Through the storms of days after,
Into the good news, from the one who knew darkness to outlast ya,
With a staunch persona, don’t compare,
To any man’s power, its conscious power shared,
The brains awake, causing good and evil to circulate,
Like internal relations, neglect their sight in this earthquake,
Swords of wisdom to the hater, in another verse,
Seeking wise knowledge through this hell for what it’s worth,
Look, spoken and served,
Clutch another word fighter putting steps to the word,
These are the seeds, Skater styled proverbs,
The unrighteous pay a ransom to get what they deserve,
Bang on about a lord, confined to a cell,
Subatomic waves sell by wearing a pleasant array real well,
The exterior can be the teacher, but distortion can spray,
Like featured deep riddles badly retreat and reach ya,
Indestructible feature, I’m the narrator you select,
In company with the Upper Deck, I don’t neglect or disrespect,
The heavens and earth combined, the ultimate divine line,
The one percenters, promotions of evil grandeur in the airtime,
Bear in mind my rhymes, the tools of my trade,
Aid my veins, insane in this game I came, this is a raid,
Played out conscious praise in the day, when dues will all be paid.
Quincy Mac
date written: 4.12.2015
Categories:
quincy, dedication, imagination, meaningful, slam,
Form:
Epic
Rock paper scissors,
Wizards of utopian flavored wizardry, exquisitely triumphs in every gamble beyond these doors,
Flawless tangled reversed reflections, remain forever forbidden to thoughtless mentors,
A cursed emotional seesaw bleeds and wrestles each end hardcore,
Roaring and agitated amassing vacillating backwards tripped out cognition galore,
Attuned intrinsic tutor restoring more miraculous palaces placed within your space and time,
Sublime tribes of chrome plated words alive and congregating, hitting hard the hammer of stamina utilizing backyard grammar,
Autodidact physiques pack preeminent techniques fond of higher states,
Earthquakes from snake riddled concealment shake the anointed with disappointment,
Appointed fools lowering vibrations of stations frequencies,
Advocates underground traveling through lands and over sea's,
Undetected forward vision upwards,
In the presence of cowardly lords using swords of misfeasance,
Eyelids glued open, still unobserving rulers, kings and queens with blinding evil pupils,
Topple till stagnant misplaced silence takes vengeance over souls,
Walking gods of earth observing a hole as the devils henchman transform from the fallen,
Never forget the calling, the called out elect without verbal speech, supernatural telepathic freedom,
Finding Eden beyond quantum universes unlocking Pandora’s Box,
Mundane conscious blocks, angelic psychedelic capabilities,
Infinite possibilities traversing dimensions with three sixty peripheral vision,
Subatomic divisions, galaxies of particles coexist omnipresent yielding disorienting mechanics,
Organic fractals, geometry sacrosanct, divine kinematics pure to awoken viewers,
Future past tense, retrocausality effecting cause of events presents questions,
Spooky beauty interviewing intentions, synchronized oscillating firing patterns,
Exploding fireworks of hierarchically organized neurons, circuits and networks,
Knowledge or Ignorance? Defective decision fostering Berkes, Apple believers the first?
Earthborn mortals thirst!!! For cash, philosophy of money doctrine, man cursed.
Quincy Mac
Date Written:4.5.2016
Categories:
quincy, allegory, dream, meaningful, metaphor,
Form:
Epic
Mysterious,
he was
with much
to give,
The proof
change
is possible
while torment
and tradgidies
show their
negative face,
That's our reality
as we spin
through space
experiencing
a common plain,
All these words
giving perception
to our experience
spiraling
and colliding
inside our head,
Spirit, the soul and our intellect,
Detecting Ancient Wise Knowledge,
Consciousness communicating
through thought
having much to say,
Discovering Art,
Hand gesture,
Symbols
and numerical digits,
Information legit?
A generation
with knowledge
at our finger tips
but most
don't choose
this path,
Wasted time by design
manufactured from concepts
concieved from
cause
and effect,
Study this
and have it become
part of your being,
Also used by evil
bringing negative
interactions
so be aware,
Come up
with new ideas,
Positive with
productive growth
the imagination
is a funny thing...
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 20.1.2017
Categories:
quincy, beauty, blessing, math, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon
All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?
for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
Categories:
quincy, art, people,
Form:
Couplet
Schools are closed, there is no mail
And stores hold special sales.
To honor our first president,
That’s what this day entails.
Though technically, our 16th prez
Is celebrated, too.
To make a Monday holiday,
That’s what they chose to do.
The 40-something other men
Who served the USA
As presidents were not awarded
Their own special day.
So sorry Adams, Jefferson,
James Madison, Monroe,
John Quincy Adams, Jackson
And Van Buren – all are no.
Poor Harrison and Tyler,
Polk and Taylor, Pierce and Grant,
Fillmore, Johnson and Buchanan,
Hayes and Garfield – no, you can’t.
Arthur, Cleveland and McKinley,
Harrison and Teddy R.,
Taft and Wilson, Harding, Coolidge,
Hoover, also FDR…
Truman, Eisenhower, JFK,
LBJ and Nixon, Ford,
Carter, Reagan, both the Bushes
And Bill Clinton – not on board.
Last, no day off for Obama.
As to he who’s right now serving,
I can’t think of anyone who might
Be any less deserving.
Categories:
quincy, presidents day,
Form:
Rhyme
In the manner of President John Quincy Adams
My inmost soul will serve my God.
He is my sure defense.
He's my salvation and my rock.
I'll not be greatly moved.
Those men who plot for my demise
Are like a leaning wall.
They tumble as a tott'ring fence.
My God will slay them all.
Some men conspire to overthrow;
No words they say are true.
They bless me, speaking to my face,
But in their hearts, they curse.
My inmost soul will serve my God,
My future is with Him.
My savior, rock and sure defense,
I'll not be greatly moved.
(Can be sung to the tune AMAZING GRACE or AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL.)
Categories:
quincy, confidence, conflict, god, religion,
Form:
Verse
Writing affects your brain!
So all I want to do is write craftier and harder,
Using supercharged thoughts, converted from quantum data,
Letting it rain, running through my veins,
Seen, then caught by my Pen and paper that’s always on me,
The greater angels oversee thee,
In possession of the master key,
Fallen angels, demons, detect and pursue with greed wanting me,
So they can see what’s foreseen, by this writers understanding intellect,
So it’s time!!!! Weighty refined rhymes for the intellectual elect, on cloud nine,
Like Tetris, placing written strands in unity as motion proceeds crisper,
The earthly “menace to society”, with whispered inwards idea’s from the word gods,
Applauding the poetry lord underdogs, fast forward and pause,
This brains the world’s future source and the chosen land,
Literally the wisest literature outbursts expanding like the universe,
Taking it back, diverse and old school,
Home of the jewels but still dwelling with satanic obstacles,
These blanket ya soul and misrule like church rules,
Instead on to it, using powerful tools switching it up with upward techniques,
On a streak lasting a long life time as I tweak these unique axioms that the devils immortals seek,
Tardily as earth entities are weak, sickly sleepy, becoming known truths to some like a Wikileak,
Squeaky clean proverbs throwing curve balls you can’t engage with, no sophisticated athletic semantics,
Quick with my sixth sense, I won’t settle for second, I’m the dark horse,
So with force I wanna go harder and harder, become smarter and remove haver,
Keeping sharper, one hundred, an addict going out as a world class poetic martyr,
Hard to understand letter acrobatics, stacking up linguistic equations like mathematics,
I attack and fill up sacks with goodies, the giver like your Santa, this is my Mantra wrapped and delivered.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 28.5.2016
Categories:
quincy, allegory, deep, meaningful, truth,
Form:
Free verse
better to be back in black
said Brett Boe
Coca-Cola for coy cat
replied Carla Coe
draw the duck down in dew
whispered Donna Doe
fries feed feisty firebugs
claims Frankie Foe
good guys grumble about golf
implies Grant Goe
hairy hilltops hide hat heroes
stated Harry Hoe
jackal junior joined the jazz jam
assured Jackie Joe
kings kneel before koala
declares Karren Koe
lonely lady lies in a lake
spoke Larry Loe
meanwhile muses moan in mud
complained Martha Moe
never nail the night in a nutshell
giggles Norma Noe
pisco for poor pigs in pubs!
shouts Paula Poe
quite quirky for quag queen
blabbed Quincy Qoe
rebel riders rule the roads
stated Ralphie Roe
only silly ships sail south
claimed Sammy Soe
triple taco tripped on telly
said Tammy Toe
violet violins vanish in vain
confirmed Vince Voe
waxy waffles weep on wire
told William Woe
Yeti yells at yummy yaks
asserts Yvonne Yoe
zig zag zone is zipped and zapped
finished Zack Zoe
Categories:
quincy, surreal, word play,
Form:
Alliteration
>>1111>>Knocking on your dreams door>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 11.23.2015
Categories:
quincy, allegory, angel, dream, imagination,
Form:
Epic
In many ways your being sways,
Ask for better days, seeing what surrounds us as the matrix haze,
Fill ya temples layers with divinely shinning sun rays,
Be gone, go away ignorance that can't comprehend what I’m saying,
Boom it hit cha, is there room for futuristic bangs, bringing in scripture?
Visions scripted and travel here from the future,
Are you sure you're ready?
The word, bringing word up story rhyme’s showing us,
Alluring poetry hella dope,
Broke and awoken,
Interstellar knowledge meets you,
Intrigued,
This leads my being,
Instead of weak minded rubbish,
Change your situation if you need to,
Wishing? Me? No way!
I’m like the healthy rain water I drink every day,
With third eye eyesight and vision,
I see the bleeding,
You have heard it before but saw nothing,
Rushing waves of uncontrollable internal chatter,
Splatters your brain, lapses and collapses
Shattering what? I don't know!
But having flow putting on a show of poetry,
Sweet sounds like whistling birds is my thing,
Ringing bells I hear,
Alarms feel like swear words yelling in ya ear,
Aware of awareness can be obtained,
I chose to seek what's contained outside the box,
Lost if you enter untrained,
As I say, poets playing with words bringing new concepts in different ways,
Sustainable status as strong as a bus but can crash,
Stash wise wisdom before ya brain becomes mash,
Words may lash out at you becoming beliefs,
But they are concepts! Not personal!
These are written for me and all,
But fools will always ignore the ballers,
Worst is the acceptance of never coming 1st,
I strive to be the best I can be through scripts heard,
I hit the notes and sounds leave my throat,
Levels of quantum learning continuing to be a challenge,
Lesson learnt, I believe I'm the best because I know I am,
I need to examine my ego and let go?
Nah!!!
I'm heading down a road, Is it my path? I don't know,
But I’m still sowing seeds,
Growing into ancient necessities for growth with rhythm rhyming melody,
Check out my history,
A mystery with mass poetic weaponry,
Repping what I invest in,
I live for this!
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 26.8.2016
Categories:
quincy, confidence, meaningful, philosophy, poets,
Form:
Rhyme